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Blow the Trumpet in Zion
I realized that this blog has life because I want to write it, not because anyone else wants to read it. This entry has been difficult to write. I believe it is important, however.
For no particular reason, the text of Joel chapter 2 crossed my path the other morning. After awhile I began having visions of Orrin Hatch‘s and Diane Feinstein‘s heads affixed to locusts’ bodies, swarming the Capitol Rotunda.
Buzzy. Creepy. Claustrophobic.
I last watched television regularly in 2007 or so. It feels like my ability to reason and understand (especially in emotional situations) has undergone a sort of buoyancy since that time. I haven’t suffered through any political ads since Bush|Kerry.
They have the appearance of horses; they gallop along like cavalry. With a noise like that of chariots they leap over the mountaintops, like a crackling fire consuming stubble, like a mighty army drawn up for battle.
At the sight of them, nations are in anguish; every face turns pale. They charge like warriors; they scale walls like soldiers.
They all march in line, not swerving from their course. They do not jostle each other; each marches straight ahead. They plunge through defenses without breaking ranks. They rush upon the city; they run along the wall. They climb into the houses; like thieves they enter through the windows.
Who are they?
They are the partisans, the strategists, the marketers, the fervent, militant proponents of any ideology who want us to give up our own feelings, thoughts and beliefs. They are not constrained to any race, creed, economic or social status, political party, geography, public or private organization. They cannot be categorized, except that they are shrill and unreasoning.
Democrats/Republicans are not your enemy, you are your own enemy if you lock your knees and stop your ears.
I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions…
…And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.